“Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up; I forget them almost immediately.”

I did a Google image search for “nausea,” which I am currently experiencing thanks to a serious overindulgence in Cinnamon Burst Cheerios, and came up with this cat.

The obvious interpretation is this is an existentialist cat pondering the utter banality of his existence, and also he hates you.

As it turns out, it was just a poorly selected photo for a website about feline nausea, which afflicts far fewer cats than feline ennui.

In any case, my current nauseous state is not conducive to writing about the raw fish I prepared but then couldn’t bring myself to eat for dinner tonight.

What did you have for dinner?